All Are Keeping A Sharp Look-out In

For Several Days After My First Book Was Published, I Carried It About In My Pocket And Took Surreptitious Peeps At It To Make Sure The Ink Had Not Faded.

There Could Not Have Been A Lovelier Sight; But There Was None To See It Except A Little Boy Who Was Staring In At The Window. He Had Ecstasies Innumerable That Other Children Can Never Know; But He Was Looking Through The Window At The One Joy From Which He Must Be For Ever Barred.

But Where Do You Live Mostly Now?" With The Lost Boys." Who Are They?" They Are The Children Who Fall Out Of Their Perambulators When The Nurse Is Looking The Other Way. If They Are Not Claimed In Seven Days They Are Sent Far Away To The Neverland To Defray Expanses. I'm Captain." What Fun It Must Be!" Yes," Said Cunning Peter, "but We Are Rather Lonely. You See We Have No Female Companionship." Are None Of The Others Girls?" Oh No; Girls, You Know, Are Much Too Clever To Fall Out Of Their Prams.

I Suppose It's Like The Ticking Crocodile, Isn't It? Time Is Chasing After All Of Us.

The Life Of Every Man Is A Diary In Which He Means To Write One Story, And Writes Another; And His Humblest Hour Is When He Compares The Volume As It Is With What He Vowed To Make It.